Love Or Hate Novels & Stories

"The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted allure I'm powerless to resist.

Killian wound up and knocked Alexi to the ground. Astrid walked around Liam and Astrid, placing her hand on Killian's shoulder. Love, look at me. He's not worth it. She looked down at Alexi, who was crouching, trying to regain his composure. "Listen to me, Mr. mutt king or whatever you call yourself. I will rule with my fated mate and no one else. You can give up your quest now or be destroyed." Astrid stared down at Alexi with all the power and elegance of a true queen with a hint of disgust in her eyes. She turned around and kissed Killan passionately. Alexi laughed a menacing laugh.

I clasped my palms together, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes. “If you have any ounce of conscience, Eve, then you’ll marry me. Are you not afraid of Arthur finding out? Do you want to be back on the street, homeless?” He pushed me out of his way, leaving me on the ground while I cried till I was tired. I hate my father, I hate him so much that I wish he would just go to hell. It was because of him my mother died, and now—just when I was about to start a better life, his deeds are back to haunt me.

“Until my last breath leaves my body, my dark and frozen heart beats only for you. I love you, Evelyn Romano.” Only then did I realize I was crying, as tears rolled down my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close. “I love you too, Dante Romano.” And just like that, the man who once filled me with fear now lay in my arms, holding me as if I were the source of his life. Love is a strange, uncertain, and beautiful thing.

*Satvi Pov* “I hate you so much that no one in this world must have hated anyone like me.” Hate? I thought, chuckling with no humor in it. I may have hated him in the beginning when he blackmailed me and even married me planning his so-called revenge, but I don’t remember that feeling at all. I am such a liar! I thought, leaning on the cupboards. After getting out, I directly walked inside the kitchen and just sat on the floor with no plan of seeing him at all.

Perhaps I love her, yet there is something deep inside me that compels me to despise her. That right there is love, alpha..." Dillon spoke in a murmur. The opposite of loving someone is to hate them; this is the nature of the relationship between the two. He continued by saying, "You can't just tell someone that you detest them without a deeper explanation coming from their mouth," which was an additional point he made. "Love is not all about what we feel; it's all about how we can make that person stay with us till the end," said Robert Frost. "Love is not all about what we feel."

my dad said and broke my chain of thoughts. "But dad... I know grandpa and grandma is so fond of her. But it's absolutely absurd to marry just for that" I told him now frustrated. "As I said, know her better ok?" Was my dad’s only advice before he left. Shit! How can I get out this sham. I don't want to be in a loveless marriage or you could say I don’t want be in any kind of marriage. My mind has stoped work and I feeling like I am being dragged into this hell hole which has no way out.Through all this chaos, only one person can help me.I grab my phone from my suit pocket and dial my trusted friend Xavier.

“Hunter, I know you mean well, but I have no interest in dating right now.” After what happened with Jacob, I realized that I had put too much hope in men. Depending on someone else’s love to live was a pathetic way to exist. From this day forth, I wanted to live only for myself.

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

Her heels were clicking on the floor and it annoyed Jonathan so much as he wasn’t used to that sound and more importantly, he was trying to focus on the newspaper. With a determined resolve, Hazel locked eyes with him. “I will only believe that my husband is dead when I see his lifeless body in the mortuary. Until then, all this talk of a levirate contract and marrying you is ultimate bullshit!” Her voice wavered slightly, but her conviction was unwavering and she was snarling at him.